Can't Wait Until She Is Twenty-Nine

[Can't wait until she is twenty-nine] "Fang Yang & Shen Ying" On a rainy day on June 9th, a man wearing a black coat and a black duck hat came to her flower shop to take shelter from the rain. She looked at him through the window in the shop, then came out of the shop and said to him: "It's raining heavily outside, why don't you... Come in and take shelter from the rain." He lowered his head the whole time and followed her into the flower shop with the corners of his mouth slightly raised. He looked at the stunning flowers and suddenly spoke: "Red roses are still so beautiful." She was a little surprised by what he said: "You also like red roses." He took off his hat and looked up. His eyes were very bright, and there was a sense of déjà vu. His facial features were exquisite and clear-cut, and he looked extremely handsome. She kept searching for the figure that vaguely resembled him in her brain, but she still had no impression of him at all. "You... Are so beautiful," she blurted out with a slight smile on her lips. "Really? A very important person once told me so." His demeanor and tone of voice made her feel very familiar, as if they had known each other a long time ago. "Then... How is such an important person doing now?" She didn't know why she took the liberty to ask him. He smiled slightly: "Gone", disappeared, does it mean disappeared or passed away? Why can he still smile so easily, "What does disappeared mean?". "It's just missing," she said in a calm and relaxed tone. She didn't ask any more questions and poured him a glass of water: "Do you drink water?" He walked up to her and took the water: "Thank you", "It's okay." It was strange that he always felt like he was not like a stranger, but like a friend, relative or even a lover. "It's so quiet here." Not many people came to buy flowers on this rainy day, so it was naturally a bit quiet. "Well, it's like this on rainy days." She looked at the rain falling outside the window, "Really? Then business must be very bad." She looked at her and then at the rain falling outside the window. "For me, it's good to be able to make a living." Although she doesn't make much money a month, she has a small savings over the years. She can basically maintain her livelihood and travel when she has time, which is pretty good. "Well, it would be nice if a person can live a good life for himself." I felt that there was regret and sadness in his words. "Looking at you, you must be rich." It can be seen from his body that his clothes and shoes are all high-end custom-made and limited edition. "Does it look like it?", He was not angry, "Well, the style of this dress can be seen at a glance." "It's a pity that no matter how expensive things are, they are all dirty." She didn't quite understand what he said. Are expensive things dirty? "Huh?", Looking at him in confusion, he smiled lightly: "What I mean is that you can't look at the surface, but look at the heart." "Inside, you don't look like that." This was the truth in her heart. "I'm not a good person, don't be fooled by my appearance." How could a good person say that about himself? But her intuition was generally quite accurate, and he was a good person in her heart. "No, I'm not deceived by your appearance. I believe you are a good person", approaching her: "Really? But... The rain has stopped, I should wait." She looked out the window and the rain had really stopped, but how did he know it had stopped without even looking outside. Looking at his leaving figure, I couldn't help shouting to him: "By the way, can you tell me your name?". He stopped and looked at the sky outside: "My name is Fang Yang." "Fang Yang, what a nice name." Looking at his retreating back, she wanted to draw his back. ……………………………… "But you are Fang Yang, how could I forget you, how could I forget you?" "I'm sorry, I couldn't wait until you were twenty-nine years old." He jumped up and his life stopped at that moment. "Why do I feel so sad every time I cross this bridge?" [Can't wait until she is twenty-nine] ——Xiaojiu. . Intention: To be determined